The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-10-14

of flannel suited to warming the limbs
of the twins went from Oakland to the
Stanley cabin, and Mr.. Grymes anc
Miss Lucy never passed by the house
without leaving a little bundle OF tea
or something mor esubstantiat. These
were Arcadian days, and Billy
thought himself the richest man IN al
the county of Hanover, next to VIII
lam Grymes, and Vic. thought her,
self bIest in her happiness and IN i
friend Miss Lucy.
But the peaceiutness OF Bittys home
was disturbed by the talk OF var that
drew the men together now so often
at the crossroads. Already one com
pany of infantry had gone to Rich
mond to be mustered into service.
And now the government was ask
ing for artillery. In response to this
Mr.. Grymes called for volunteers from
the Drawn and muscle" Of HellToWn.
Probably rot a dozen OF the men
who were eager nov to join the new
command had seen a cannon, Uut
soon they were learning the lessons OF
war, Billy did not think that ne
should volunteer, so far was fighting
from his mind, nor did he understand
quite clearly what was the danger
that threatened thestate. Hethought
the trouble was about politics OF
that he knew nothing, except to vote
for the regular democratic candidate
and follow Mr.. Grymes.
One evening he was ~piOughlng corn
near his house. Behind him, IN the
soft earth OF henewly-turned burrows,
walked his children, William and
Lucy. William was initiating his
father with 3 whip made OF g
long rag tied to a piece OF a tobacco
stick. Lucy was twinlng about her
fingers the worms that the pillow
turned up. In from OF the door OF
the house Tictorine was Churning. As
the dasher rose and fell with musical
rhythm she sang in a soft, cOntented
voice some familiar lynne. a brood
Of young ducks were dipping their bills
with noisy relish into the milk that
ran down the outside OF the churn.
The sound OF a horses feet made Vic
torine look up the road that led to
Oakland. In a few moments Mr..
Grymes rode to the house and stop
ped
"How goes it, Victorine?" he said,
with a pleasant voice.
Were all right smart, thank you,
sir. How's all at Oakland?'
Every we'll, indeed. Lucy sent you
this little bundle. | think it's some
tea and a little something for her
namesake. Where's your husband
and the little ones? Hi! there
they are!" he exclaimed as the plough.
man and his followers came from be-
hind the barn. "How goes it, Billy?
An how dee little ChiIluns? Run, see
what I've got for you" The children
ran with familiar greetings, and Mr..
Grymes dismounted from his horse.
Putting his hand in his pocket he took
out a bundle of cakes.
"Is dee hoss-Cakes?" asked little
William. "No, indeed, honey; they're
heap better than those old, hard horse
cakes from the crossroads store"
The children soon forgave the shape
of the cakes because of the raisins they
contained.
"Well, Billy" said Nh. Grynes, "Pve
come to see you about joining the
army. My company of artillery is
full, and I want a few more
good men. Will you go7"
Billy took of his hat, began to
knock the dust from his boots with
his whip, and thought for a few mo-
ments. Victorine stopped churning
and came close to her husband.
"Mr. GrYmes," said Billy, lifting his
ayes slowly to his friends face, "Pm
ignorant bout all that
SEE as ter the wah, an
got no slaves, ner nothin' but
his little piece o. Ian what you help
ID me pay fer, an my wife an chilluns,
but my father, fore he died, told me
,er foller you, an I've tried ter do so,
IN Paint had no reason ter be sorry
or dom so. Fl you SEE it's my duty
er &c n the army. I'll 90, an join
ToIf company. But how bout my
am'ly?"
Leave them here, and my people
will care for them. Every man must
10 his duty now"
Victorine laid her hand on Billy's
houlder, and said, "Gc. Billy, ef Mr..
SEE so.p
So Billy went to the war, knowing
lothing OF the great causes that ar
armies of the same nation
each other.
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III.
1t is not my purpose to tell the story
# the war, nor even OF Billy's part
herein. He fought when fighting was
he order Of the day, starved as pa
as he could when that was nee
,ssary, marched many miles with bruis-
ID and bleeding feet, slept as only
nen can sleep who know Che fierce de
lights and pains of battle, until at
he found himself at Petersburg.
one Of that little band that waited
Tor the end. Grymes' q battalion
famous now. Its fam
Gus battery was known as
.1The Hell Town Howling Hor-
This name was given bv
Billy one day when Che guns reeled in
to q hot position, with the men